An unapologetic collection of observations from the field as the world comes to what promises to be a glorious and, at the same time, a very nasty end.

Sunday, January 22, 2017

I Blame Democrats

It's really funny how desperately liberal Democrats want to pin the blame for Donald Trump on conservatives like me. Well, I've got news, guys. I
didn't vote for him or for Mrs. Clinton. What happened that got Trump elected was that a supposedly brilliant strategy by Democrats went terribly terribly wrong. First, millions of Democrats crossed over to vote for Mr. Trump (I have to call him that now that he's president)
in the Republican Primaries because they were certain Hillary could
beat him if they just could get stupid Republicans to nominate him. This they did.

Then, once he was safely nominated by the Keystone Cops over
at the RNC, the Democrat strategerists nominated the only Democrat on the planet that could
have lost to someone as abysmal as Donald Trump. To add insult to injury
he was trained by Democrats. Up until this election, Trump was a lifelong Democrat. He donated to both Hillary and Barak Obama's campaigns. He was safely in the Democrat camp saying Democrat things right up
until he decided y'all Democrats weren't going to make him president. He was getting old, so he
decided to be a Republican for a while given that it was pretty much now or never.

You Democrats made
him. Angry wishy-washy unprincipled "moderates" and low-information voters voted for him because they were mad about being talked down to like
they were idiots by Democrats. And the hilarious thing is that you guys
were surprised you screwed it up so badly. You believed your own press,
your own propaganda and thought the Hildebeest was a shoe-in. You
counted on the liberal East and West Coasts to carry the day and forgot
about the leavening effect of the electoral college.

You people seriously
screwed up. I don't know why you're unhappy though. Donald is a
trained liberal and could switch hit any day now. Sure he's dismantling
Obamacare. But he's still a nationalized healthcare guy like he's always been. He's just going to rename it Trumpcare. As long as his name's
on the building, Trump could give a rats tukas what's in it.

Trump
isn't my fault, nor is he the fault of genuine conservatives - many of us left
the party over Trump in fact. But we can't help giggling over the discomfiture of the
left over this one. Trump talked in 6th grade English in his speeches. Your leftist pundits chortled at that and assumed he must be stupid. You comforted yourselves that you were smarter with the superior election strategy. And while you were snickering behind your hands, Trump stole most of the
lower half of the IQ bell curve voters from you. And you were shocked because you thought you owned
those people. The left was arrogant and it camp back to smack them in
the face. You guys on the left don't like it because Trump used the very same tactics you taught
him when he was a Democrat to beat you at your own game when he went Republican. Now we have (God help us) President Trump. Thanks to you.

Tough luck,
buttercup; I don't feel sorry for you. Enjoy the next four years. Maybe if you push the whole
Elizabeth Warren and the historical inevitability of a woman president
thing hard enough, perhaps you can lose again in 2020 with Fauxchahontas and give us all another eight years of Donald Trump instead of just the four. Much as I distrust
Trump, I must admit watching the arrogant hard left wing of liberalism squirm is
kind of a treat for a crusty old conservative like me.

Almost as entertaining as watching 3 million overweight, half-naked, angry women march in the street to protect their right to murder their unborn children (which Trump will never take from them anyway) and for lots more imaginary rights they think they ought to have. Even more interesting is watching the spectacle of the Donald actually doing some thing right for a change. And his open baiting of the media and the vast left wing conspiracy is going to rapidly become conservatives' newest favorite Reality TV show.

This might even be fun for a while, even though it also might wind up very badly. Who knows. It's those little mysteries of life that give life zest.

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